#Chapter 81: Sloppy Seconds

I try my best not to think about Caleb sleeping with some other woman, yet the image of it still creeps into my mind again and again. My stomach turns, imagining him naked with another woman, thrusting inside of her or doing all those wicked things with his tongue… This shouldn’t bother me. The man wants me dead. He’ll likely humiliate and torture me during the Grand Ball and then kill me after he finds out I’m not pregnant. I shouldn’t feel any kind of connection with a man who has desires to end my life. Yet when I think of him with someone else… it makes me want to tear this room apart in annoyance and rage… and jealousy. I hate myself for feeling this way, for allowing my bodily desires to overcome my critical thinking skills and my self-preservation. Yet I can’t deny that I do feel this way. I want to find out whichever woman he’s sleeping with right now and pull her hair out. I force myself still, refusing to allow myself to give into those impulses. Caleb has an entire h